DeathNote 2014

*Inspired by DeathNote* Orphaned at a young age, Nero Kagami was raised in England by his adopted parents. He always knew he was adopted, and had always been curious what happened to his parents. The revelation that arises - and the mysterious notebook that he picks up - leads him to seek further answers and, ultimately, retribution.
But there is someone else in the background, who may have the means to stop Nero before he's even started...

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2. JM

Chapter 2 - JM

How To Use The Death Note

“If the cause of death is written within 40 seconds it will happen.”

“If the cause of death is not specified the person will simply die of a heart attack.”

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James Madison stepped into the library and breathed in, the smell of schoolbooks drifting to his nose.

He coughed.

He was rather opposed to the smell of schoolbooks. Too new or ill cared for, resulting in a rather unsavoury smell. He preferred older books. In fact, he had an entire library of them at home.

JM was, certainly, a very interesting young man. He was from one of the richest families in the country, yet went to one of the lesser Sixth Form colleges and insisted on dressing as casually as possible, known to even remove his shoes in class.

He had no specific viewpoint on most of the people in the college, as his IQ was far above theirs – tests had proven it – and had little intention of forming any such viewpoints.

There was only one who he sought to form an opinion of, and he could tell that this person of interest was also forming an opinion of him.

Nero Kagami.

Their short confrontation had given him an interesting insight into Nero’s head: he had a strong disdain for many people, and yet, JM seemed to be creeping his way out of Nero’s bad books. Hence why Nero had been, in a way, rather calm.

JM chuckled and scratched his head again, looking around the library. If he knew Nero – a little, at least – then he would be in one of the corners.

Connor shoved past him suddenly, and JM, after a moment’s pause, followed, his suspicions telling him that Connor was looking for Nero.

As he followed his classmate, JM saw Nero sitting in a corner that had been just out of view, his head tilted back and eyes tightly shut.

Connor beat JM to the corner and sat down opposite Nero. JM followed closely and sat down in a chair nearby, legs crossed.

‘Hey, Nero! Wake up!’ Connor snapped, taking advantage of the apparent lack of librarian or teachers.

Nero’s eyes slowly opened and, barely moving his head, he stared at Connor. ‘What do you want?’

‘Why the hell didn’t you help me today?’ Connor hissed. ‘I’ve been given homework because I didn’t do all the questions!’

‘Oh…is the lesson over?’ Nero asked, paying next to no attention to Connor, much to JM’s amusement, who stifled a laugh.

Connor’s knuckles went white, and he leapt to his feet, prepared to deliver a punch to Nero’s face.

Nero, meanwhile, sat rather unbothered, his eyes challenging Connor.

JM sighed and stood up behind Connor, placing a hand on his shoulder. ‘Now, now, Connor. I think what Nero is trying to say here, albeit indirectly, is that you should strive to improve without copying others.’

Connor turned round to face JM, who stared back with wide, round eyes. ‘Uh…right…’ He stared at Nero for a second, sighed, and then walked away, sticking his hands into his pockets and rummaging around, likely in search of a cigarette.

JM smiled and shook his head, taking up the place Connor had so recently vacated. ‘Hello again, Nero.’

‘I thought I told you to stop following me,’ Nero muttered, staring at JM’s seating position.

JM saw the traces of confusion and grinned. ‘I’m a Buddhist. Sitting like this helps with my concentration.’ He removed a small pack of chewing gum from his breast pocket. ‘Gum?’

Nero shrugged and took a strip. ‘So…if he’d hit you, you wouldn’t have hit back?’

‘If he had tried to hit me, I wouldn’t have been where he punched,’ JM replied, popping a second strip into his mouth. And it was true. JM prided himself on his good reflexes, even if they couldn’t be used for much.

Nero chewed slowly and stared at JM. ‘I’ve never seen you sit like that…’ he said when the silence became unbearable.

JM chuckled once again, amused by Nero’s uncertainty. ‘You really aren’t one for conversation, are you?’ He sighed and smiled. ‘To answer your comment, I’d say you never really look at me. Besides, two factors prevent me from sitting as I would desire.’

‘And those are?’ Nero asked, finding a slightly more intellectual conversation more interesting than small talk.

JM pointed at one of the chairs in the library. ‘That chair is exactly like the ones in our classrooms, right?’ Following a nod from Nero, JM got to his feet and moved the chair into their corner. He sat upon it and attempted to cross his legs, but found that the small surface area would not allow his feet to sit comfortably, or at all.

‘Ah, I see,’ Nero said, leaning forward. He tapped his chin for a moment, his face strangely stoic. ‘What if you cross your legs up in front of you?’

JM raised an eyebrow and then looked at his legs. He pondered for a moment and then lifted up his legs, placing his knees roughly level with his shoulders and his feet on the chair. They slipped a couple of times, but once he kicked off his shoes he found the seating position strangely comfortable, if not as good as his usual position. ‘Hm…excellent.’

‘You’re welcome,’ Nero said monotonously. ‘What was the other factor?’

JM smiled and looked around the room, spying a teacher walk into the library. ‘Well, Nero…’ He leaned forwards, almost tipping off the chair. ‘The teachers don’t like the way I sit.’

Nero scoffed. ‘The teachers don’t like most things we do.’ He stood up. ‘I need to be somewhere…’

JM nodded once again and smiled as Nero walked away. ‘Yes, Nero. As do I. But I wonder…do you have something against all people…or just those who wrong you, like Connor, or maybe even the teachers…I think I’ll find out…’

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